It was five years since Rachel had left her husband Andre Sanchez, and she was only coming to him now because he was the only one who could help her beloved father. But the marriage had broken up in the first place because of the suffocating influence of the Sanchez family. Now there was a danger that Rachel would be swallowed up in it yet again.
Andre's eyes darkened, "You're still a member of this family. You're a Sanchez."
Rachel shook her head. "I'm not. I'm Rachel Jardin!"
"You're Rachel Sanchez!" announced Andre harshly.
"I have plans for you, and you will do as your father wanted and follow them!"
"And if I disagree?"
"You'll be destitute. You've no money, on your own admission, you've no money, and I won't pay another cent into your London bank!"
Rachel felt defeated. "You're a brute!" she said unevenly. "I hate you, Andre Sanchez!"
"You'll say that once too often, Rachel." Without another word he brushed past her and went out the door, slamming it behind him.
